In a Perfect world, Javier Baez would get called up, hit a home run every game and the Cubs would bounce back and win the World Series. In a Perfect World, Chicago born Robin Williams would have found a cure for what ailed him.
We don’t live in a Perfect World and that’s what’s so damn beautiful about it.
Today, the world mourns the passing of one of its most famous entertainers. A man who’s gift was to make us laugh, cry and sometimes make us writhe in our seats. From a radio DJ comforting soldiers in Vietnam, a homeless man searching for the Holy Grail or a single father trying to connect with his children by dressing as a kind old woman. Robin Williams played a role for everyone. He was our voice. If Dying is easy and comedy’s hard, then Robin Williams was a workhorse.
There were so many roles and I’m sure you have your favourites, but here’s mine.
He did a 1986 Stand Up Concert and in this routine he talked about cocaine. Now, just to warn you, it’s offensive in the language, but it’s Robin Williams in all his glory.
A comedian has that ability to make us laugh, but inevitably they’re laughing at themselves. Robin Williams could do it all. To take life’s tragedies and make us feel that it’s ok to laugh. We’re all tied together in that bond.
Robin Williams laughed at his own demons and his own insecurities. That’s why we loved him.
Give me that Imperfect World any day and somewhere wherever Robin Williams is, there are Angels peeing their pants.